"Yes, yes. Make yourself comfortable." He waved vaguely toward the table by the window with the chess board, still watching the cat. He'd have simply immobilized it and dropped it out in the hall if it had been up to him, but ... he could well imagine her reaction, and it wasn't quite worth it. "He seems to have done so. So long as he doesn't tip anything over, he'll probably make it out in one piece." He meant it to sound like a joke. It might not have.
It hardly mattered - no more than a couple seconds later, the thing was out of his chair and dashing around the back of his office, clearly searching for an escape. "... I'm guessing you didn't find him indoors."